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your writing sucks and you don’t know what you’re taking about pls stop

1. i had 17347 followers on my old acc and reached 200k likes, wrote for 5+ fandoms including fb

2. ik ehat im talking abt for fb seeing i grew up in a hispanic football loving household.

3. for someone whos anonymous you sure talk a lot of shit.

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...Clubs like FC Barça are not part of the World Cup, only countries participate in that for example Spain, England etc.

ik but k was like half asleep in science and i didnt feel like editing it😭

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POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since spain had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

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POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since FC Barca had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

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Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

Claudia clung to me as we walked inside of Spotify Camp Nou. As usual, ranting about how mean people could be on twitter, and how no one had respect female football players. I was used to it, having learned to ignore the comments, but from the minute she had seen me step out of my car, to the minute we walked onto the field after dropping our stuff and getting dressed, it seemed to be the main topic of interest of hers. “Es tan estupido! Solo por que somos mujeres, no quiere decir que no merecemos el mismo respeto que el equipo de futbol de hombres!” (Its stupid, just because we’re women, does not mean we don’t deserve the same amount of respect as the guys) 

After finishing her long rant with a sigh, and placing my water bottle on the bench, I responded to her rant. “Clau, entiendo tu enojo, pero solo tienes que esperar, y ver los comentarios buenos. Aun punto aprendes a ignorar la gente.” (Clau, I understand your anger, but just try to look at the positive comments. At one point you’ll learn to ignore people) That seemed to blow off Claudia, because she rolled her eyes, walking off to Keira, while mumbling something about how “of course miss prodigy wouldn’t understand.” 

It was true, I wouldn’t lie, I was known as somewhat of a prodigy, after having earned the ballon d’or two times in a row, I had a pretty large fanbase, however a lot of hard work came with the title of “best female football player” I began on my stretches, while attempting to make small talk with Alexia, but there seemed to be one thing on my mind. Pedri Gonzales. FC Barcelona’s popular central midfielder. I’d spoken to him before, but only a few words were exchanged, and he had reposted my story, congratulating him for being Barca’s golden boy, but other than a few spared glances, we were nothing to each to other.  

Practice was long. Really long, after angering Claudia, and Alexia walking away after realizing I was in my own world not paying a bit of attention to the conversation I had started, it was boring. And awfully exhausting, yet coach decided making us suffer with extra sprints was a great idea, because we had lost last week's game. “Una cosa más chicas! Mañana vamos a tener una cena con el equipo de varones, quiero que todas estén ahi. Tu también y/n, si consideras la idea de no ir, te tendre corriendo hasta que se te caigan las piernas.” (one more thing ladies, tomorrow we will be having a dinner party with the guys, and I want all of you to be there. Especially you y/n, if you even consider the thought of not going, I promise you I will have you sprinting until your legs fall off.) No way I actually have to show my face at that. 

The next evening…

My hair had been done in waves, and I looked in the mirror reconsidering going, (yes I was testing the wrath of my coach) as I straightened up my dress. A black mini dress, with long sleeves, form fitting, not too much, but not too little. Finally, I took in a breath, grabbing my clutch from my makeup vanity, and exiting the makeup room. I grabbed my keys from the small dish on my counter, before exiting and locking the door behind me, seeing Claudia’s car outside. As I got in, I sank into my thoughts once again, not even noticing when we got to Camp Nou. As I walked in, I was greeted by the girls on the team, but also saw the boys. Gavi was the first to say hello. He was a sweet boy of course, only a year younger than me. He was always congratulating me on my wins, supporting me, a truly great friend with a big heart. “Y/n! Llegaste, ¡qué bueno verte! Ven a decirle hola a los demás, estarán felices de conocerte!” (Y/n, it’s so good to see you, come say hi to the rest, they’ll be excited to meet you!) 

I followed Gavi, greeting everyone, but only one caught my eye. Pedri of course. He walked over to me, greeting me and congratulating me for being nominated for the ballon d’or once again, saying something else I didn’t quite catch, to distracted admiring him. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, a common greeting of course, but still causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I could’ve kept speaking to him, had Xavi not called all of us over to eat. 

The whole dinner I felt Pedro's eyes on me. When we all finished, conversations through the whole table, Robert brought out a few bottles of wine. Gavi, being underage, began to frown, before Robert noticed and chuckled saying, “No to preocupes Gavi, traje algo para ti tambien.” (don’t worry Gavi, I brought something for you too) pulling out a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Gavi. The boys face lit up, causing laughs to erupt throughout the table. 

A few glasses of wine, 11 shots later, I got pulled into a room with Pedri, also as drunk as I was, maybe even more, his cheeks blushed from how drunk he was. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do this whole night.” “oh yeah?” “mhm.” He leaned in, kissing me, his lips lightly chapped, but I didn’t care. The kiss got more and more passionate, his tongue inside my mouth, he moaned into the kiss. My hands were in his hair, we were unaware of anything that was going on, in our own world. There were lights and flashes all around us, but we ignored it assuming it was from the party outside. 

The next day.

I woke up in my bed, feeling a pounding in my head. I was hungover. Badly. I somehow got up from my bed, walking into my bathroom, looking in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, I couldn’t imagine the pain I would go through just to detangle it, my mascara was smudged and so was my lipstick, a clear sign I had slept in my makeup. Yikes. As I began to sort out my hair problem, wincing as I brushed through my hair, I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I ignored it, but it kept on getting louder and louder. Finally, I walked over, seeing it was Claudia, and answered. “Morning Clau.” “Y/N. HAVE YOU SEEN INSTA? OR TWITTER? OR ANY SOCIAL MEDIA?” “Uh no, why?” “You. Pedri. Leaked.” My mind went foggy. What about Pedri? Then it came to me. The makeout session. The lights weren’t from the party, they were paparazzi who had been at the party. We were in trouble, fans would speculate, and it wasn’t good whatsoever. “Clau, I’ll talk to you later, I have to go right now, k?” I hung up without waiting for her response, opening my Instagram. 

My notifications were blown up, and my feed was entirely Pedri and I making out. I was in big trouble. The guys had a game today, and there was no doubt people would interview him and question him about it, but what was worse was I didn’t know what he would say, perhaps that it was a mistake. All I could do was wait.

The same day, 5:03pm. After the Barca game.

The boys had won. 4-0. A great win truly, but it was time to see the interviews. I had insisted on staying in bed all day, only getting up to shower and eat a poptart. Luckily, we had the day off, but that also meant nothing to do that could take my mind off Pedri. I opened my Insta once again. Seeing there was a video of a Pedri interview from today. Interviewer: “Pedri, what about the video that was leaked with you and football star y/n y/l/n, anything to say?” “Can I not just kiss my girl? I mean, i’ve been getting annoyed about this, not towards you, but towards those judging us. Its my personal life, but yes, as you can see we did kiss, and I regret not a thing.”

Interviewer: “I have to say Pedri, you two make quite the couple. (he turns to the camera) Well, this is Jose Ramos, and thank you for watching, and again, congrats on the win Pedri.” 

I couldn’t comprehend it. His girl? Oh gosh. I quickly searched for Pedri’s profile and dm’d him. Tu chica? (Your girl?)

Solo si tu quieres ser mia, amor. (Only if you want to be mine, love.)

Por supuesto que si. 

A/N- Its been so long since I’ve written, so this is a huge mess!!! Its kind of crappy, but I’m trying to get back to my writing roots, lmao. 

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hey yall! thanks for the requests coming in, starting to write tonight, should have a few done by tmrw!!! (def not abt to pull an all nighter)

also, writing for many, i'll have a list soon!

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any requests for fc barca? finally logged back to this account after getting banned on my main!!!

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Pairing : Cedric Diggory x Reader

warnings : fluff and slight jealousy

Summary: Cedric is a bit jealous of your stuffed animals

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After your doing your nightly skincare in your bathroom, you stepping back into your bedroom to the sight of Cedric arguing with your fairly large teddy bear. If you couldn’t cuddle Cedric you would use it as a replacement in secret. It was just so nice and warm, just what you needed.

“Are you really arguing with my teddy bear?” You questioned as you leaned on your doorframe.

“Huh,” His eyes went big Cedric panicked at the fact he was just caught arguing with a literal teddy bear. “It’s not what it looks like,”

“You sure? Are you sure you weren’t just arguing with Mr. Teddy?” you said with a smirk as you walked over to your bed. Never once did you think a teddy bear would get him all jealous. To rile him up more you grabbed the bear and embraced it tightly.

You continued to cuddle the stuffed bear tightly in your arms and turned away from Cedric, who was pouting from your lack of attention to him. You stayed like this for a minute before Cedric pulled the teddy bear away onto the floor and embraced you before you could grab it back.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled as he settled his face into your neck.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” you asked. He responded with a simple mhm.

“I only act like this with you,” Cedric mumbled again. You could only chuckle at how needy he was being. If it was even possible your love for him only grew.

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YASSSSS

Blaise: Hey Draco, do you–

Draco, panicking: I don't have a crush on Potter, stop assuming everything!

Blaise:

Blaise: Okay, we'll get back to that in a moment. Now, do you have a towel I can borrow?

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can i get a lil blurb with cedric where he makes you squirt for the first time?🖤 -🪐

Hi lovey, love this.

His hands had massaged your body for a while, helping you relax, as he left hot kisses over your stomach.

”Remember the gameplan?” Cedric asked, cheeks tinged a bright pink from his own arousal.

”Tell you how I feel, push and no embarrassment” you mumbled and he gave you a bright smile.

“My pretty girl” he muttered out before placing a final kiss on your lips and then settled between your legs.

His fingers started to work you over, a lot of attention over your clit, and his eyes always kept looking up at your face to make sure you were still comfortable. It felt like you were in heaven, his movements were very pointed and you felt your thighs started to tremble.

“’M gonna try to find the spot now” he mumbled and placed a soft kiss onto your hip.

His finger dwelved into you and started to softly thrust, your lips parted as you tried to comprehend the pleasure. For a few moments it felt good but after a minute he found the right spot it felt amazing.

“Oh fuck Ced, r-right there” you squeaked out, using all the power left in your brain to tell him that.

Cedric face was donning a shit-eating smirk and as your words turned to babbling mumbles his determination to tip you over the edge doubled.

You started to lose yourself in your head, thoughts laced with fog, and didn’t notice how he bent down his head. And all of a sudden his tongue was toying with your clit, drawing intricate patterns. The added pleasure made you tug at his brown locks and in the midst of your cloudy mind you could register his voice.

“C’mon darling girl, push”.

So you put all your energy into pushing, tightening your muscles around his fingers. And with words of praise from Ced you felt a white flash through your body, your back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheets.

With bleary eyes you looked up at your boyfriend and his face was shining with pride.

“Good job love! You did it!” He exclaimed and in his excitement he pulled his fingers from you, not so carefully, and made your whole body twitch from overstimulation.

“Oh godric I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

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Your First Apparition

Summary: You make your first attempt at apparition and it brings you to Draco Malfoy at the worst possible moment… while he’s showering.

“This is a horrible idea, Leesy,” you whined as she wiped the sweat away from your face.

“It’s not! Believe me, apparition is the easiest! You just have to think of where you want to go and just… apparate!” She waved her hands in the air.

“But-”

“Trust me, I’m your prefect, I’m the best person to come to about apparition. And I’m glad you came to me about this, because if you suddenly can’t apparate back here, I can apparate to you. You can also apparate to where a person is if you think of them, you know.”

A shrill squeaky voice made both of you roll your eyes as Pansy strutted over to you.

“You can apparate to a person? Well, we all know who you’d like to apparate to, L/N.” she sneered. Ever since she found out you were secretly crushing on Draco Malfoy she made it her personal goal to use it against you in every way she could.

“Pansy, please, just once, shut your mouth,” Leesy turned to her. “Just watch, but don’t say anything.”

“Why do you even need to learn how to apparate?” Pansy asked.

“She needs it for her Junior Auror’s Independent Study Strand,” Leesy said. “She needs to know how to apparate.”

Leesy turned to you again.

“Think of where you want to go. You’d want your first apparition to be a memorable experience, wouldn’t you?”

You thought for a moment.

“Leesy, where did you first go when you first apparated?”

“Niagara Falls,” she replied.

“I’ll go there too,” you smiled.

“Perfect!” She clapped her hands excitedly, then stepped back.

“Alright, just close your eyes, then think of Niagara, then just try not to lose focus.”

“I won’t,” you spread your feet wider, then closed your eyes.

Niagara Falls. Focus.

Pansy laughed. “She won’t lose focus, Leesy, she’s reeeeally motivated right now.”

“Pansy, shut up!” You cried.

Niagara Falls.

“Y/N, focus.”

“Draco’s looking at you!”

“No, he’s not, Y/N, she’s trying to distract you!”

Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls. Think of Niagara Falls.

“Y/N! Draco likes you too!”

Nia- Wait, what?

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I CANT

I wanted to draw something cute and it turned into another sample of me having an idea and taking it too far…

This started out with only Derek and Stiles. But I love ALL the characters okay~

I put wayyy too much effort on this and I regret nothing!!!